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[hannahluvsbillie]

I LOVE THIS IT GAVE ME SM SEROTONIN OH MY

can u write something about the pet names billie uses 😘😘

☆彡 pet names - b. eilish

✩ - baby

the most common to use. it happens almost all the time; when she wants to comfort you or fuck you. it doesn't matter.

⋆ "come here baby, i missed you"

⋆ "baby, tell me what's bothering you?"

⋆ "thats my baby...you take me so well"

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✩ love

almost the same, but for her this name means a lot. she prefers to call you like that only when you are alone or she needs to show all her love.

⋆ "its been a terrible day, love. can we just spend some time together?"

⋆ "don't cry my love. i will always be by your side, you know it"

⋆ "come on love, we need to get out of bed”

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✩ mama

almost always when she wants to tease you or during sex.

⋆ "fuck, mama, just sit on my fucking strap or i'll destroy you”

⋆ "nice dress, mama. i'll deal with you tonight. don't wear anything underneath"

⋆ "damn mama… i can never get enough of you"

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✩ my heart 

at first you found it a little weird, but every time she calls you that, you know she's tired or upset.

⋆ "my heart, can you give me a hug?"

⋆ "i heart you" instead of "i love you"

⋆ "can you not go to work today, my heart? I don't want to be alone"

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✩ my girl 

she mostly uses this name when you are in public or with friends. she likes how you shy when she says "my". billie found it really cute when you first told her.

⋆ "hey my girl. my friends behave well around you?"

⋆ "dude, hands off. that’s my girl."

⋆ "are you cold, my girl? take my jacket, please"

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✩ angel

this name making you shy you a lot, so she always uses it to push you to orgasm or to praise you.

⋆ "i knew you could do it. i’m so proud of you, my angel."

⋆ "come on angel… cum on my face"

⋆ "my angel is needy today, hm?"

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✩ slut

she only started calling you that after you gave her consent. she only uses that name during sex. billie would never allow herself to call you that to really insult you.

⋆ "such a desperate little slut for me, aren’t you?"

⋆ "shallow it like a good little slut you are"

⋆ "you want more? i’ll give you more, slut"

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✩ amore

billie didn't even notice when she started calling you that all the time. but it started after your trip to italy.

⋆ "amore, you wanna take a photo? it's so beautiful here"

⋆ "i turned on the movie you wanted to watch, amore, come on"

⋆ "I just ordered three pizzas for us, amore"

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✩ princess

she calls you that mostly when she buys you something, which happens all the time

⋆ "I'll buy you this whole store, princess, just ask"

⋆ "you look like a real princess in this dress"

⋆ "don't be shy to ask me for anything you want, princess"

requests open !!

[slvtiny]

Welcome to Wonderland, My dear dreamer

Hi,

I am Jae, your personal Jinn.

In this household, we do not judge, discriminate, nor disrespect.

All you wish for can come alive, even if it's the way a song, a picture, or a thought makes you feel. Even if you can't make words out of it, as long as you tell me how you'd sound in your dreams.

I can make the world a wonderland for you.

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♤ A little into detail, 'Who am I?' :

I'm Jade <Jae>

Age - 22 years old

DOB - 11th of June

Occupation - nil Currently in university

Major - Psychology, Neuroscience, Music<for funsies🙄🎀>

MBTI - INTP

Hobbies - music, dance, writing, reading (any form of art at this poin>_<), trekking, cooking, 🫣nerdy techy stuff you're probably not interested in(I usually just help out my tech maj bsf to finish their proj🤭), collecting sea shells and other stupid stuff I do on a daily🦖✨️

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ATEEZ

XIKERS NCT TxT TBZ SKZ THE ROSE

KARD SF9 MAMAMOO TWICE

RED VELVET PENTAGON ONEWE CIX

KIM WOO SEOK SEVENTEEN MONSTA X

iKON WOODZ P1HARMONY LEE HI

ONLYONEOFF MADDOX BewhY GEMINI

ONEUS DPR IAN DPR LIVE

DPR CREAM B.I LEO æspa AMBER LIU

Coogie SOGUMM DeVita PUNCHNELLO

CODE KUNST WOO WONJAE HOODY

UGLY DUCK LOCO GRAY GOT7 CRUSH

BIGBANG BTOB DAY6 ERIC NAM

HANNAH BAHNG ITZY JESSI WINNER

HYO BLOCKB SIMON D ZICO KID MILLI

NO:EL HAON MELOH SEORI LUCAS...

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ATEEZ MADDOX MAMAMOO TBZ

GEMINI B.I AMBER LIU

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[fawad-khan]

omg this so adorable!!!

Ohhhoh oh ohhh I have an idea (May or may not be from tik tok) so y/n falls asleep whilst on FaceTime with Tom and he doesn’t hang up. He admires her sleeping and gushes to Harrison about her (and maybe y/n wakes up and hears this?? Or not)! Love your work <333

reading this request made me so soft omg... i love it :’)

frat!tom night !!

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“Are you falling asleep on me, Y/N?”

At the soft sound of Tom speaking your name, you force yourself to blink your eyes open and focus on the screen of your phone. His blurry form is smirking at you, his phone angled from below and capturing his face. He’s at the frat, sitting in one of the rooms with desks, working on an essay. While you’d normally like to be there with him and spending the night with your boyfriend, you’re absolutely exhausted.

“No?” You mumble, trying to sound more awake. You turn onto your side, snuggling further into your pillow as you look at the screen. Your eyes run over the sight of Tom, wearing a loose tank top and his snapback. “‘M not asleep yet.”

“You can fall asleep, babe. It’s okay. You’ve had a long day… I can hang up and—”

“No,” you whimper. “Don’t hang up.”

Tom smiles, soft voice cooing and coaxing a shy smile to your face. “Okay.”

“Just… Tell me about your day, or your essay, or something. Let me hear your voice.”

“Of course.”

You try to stay awake—you really, really try not to slip off into sleep. But it’s just so cosy tucked up in bed, and you’re so tired, and Tom’s voice is better than a lullaby. His words, so gentle and accented, easily lull you into a light slumber, and your phone slips through your hands as you drift from consciousness.

It’s hard to tell how long you’re out for, but you find yourself very slowly waking up again as a loud noise comes down the line. You keep your eyes shut, barely awake, but you realise it’s the sound of a chair scratching along the floor, coming from Tom’s end as he’s joined by a companion.

“Dude, shut up, you’re going to wake Y/N up.”

“Sorry, sorry.” It’s Harrison, Tom’s best friend. “Wait- are you guys on facetime?”

“Yeah… She’s asleep though.”

“Why don’t you just hang up?”

You hear the sound of Tom moving his phone around.

“Because look,” he says, voice quiet. “She’s so cute.”

Despite being sleepy, you feel your heart clench softly in your chest, and you have to force yourself not to smile and give away the fact that you’re awake and listening.

“You’re so whipped,” Harrison replies, voice teasing. You hear a loud thump, and you assume Tom’s elbowed him in the side. “It’s sickening. I’m happy for you though, bro.”

“Really?”

Harrison hums. “Yeah. I haven’t seen you this happy before.” There’s a brief silence. “I mean, look at you. You’re just sitting here staring at her sleep.”

Tom chuckles. “That makes me sound so creepy,” he mutters. “It’s not creepy, is it?”

“A bit.”

“Great.” Tom’s quiet, and you imagine he’s got his eyebrows furrowed. “I just… I really love her, Haz. So much.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t… I can’t describe it without sounding like- like a teenager or something, but… She’s just everything to me. Everything. I didn’t think I could love someone this much, but...”

“But you’re here, watching her sleep, because you like spending time with her so much.”

Tom hums, then clears his throat. “Fuck, I am whipped, aren’t I?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Whatever. I don’t care. It feels too good.”

There’s suddenly a burst of loud noise, and you recognise the sounds of more people walking into the same room as Tom and Harrison. It makes you wince, even in your rest.

“Fuck, do you think that’s going to wake her up?” Tom murmurs.

“Maybe.”

“Shit.” You hear Tom fumble with his phone. “Wait— Haz, fuck, how do I turn this off—”

A moment later the audio cuts out, and you blink open a tentative eye to see your phone screen dark. You startle when it lights up again, with a bright text from Tom. You read it, and it acts as further confirmation that your boyfriend is the sweetest man you’ve ever met.

Tom: You fell asleep on our call and I didn’t want noise on my end to wake you up. Just want you to know that you’re really, really cute, and I love you very much. Sweet dreams darling xx

[fawad-khan]

This is like the cutest thing I've read aww 😍😍

a soft, giggly, drunk makeout sesh sounds so damn good rn

I wrote this with college!pete and had a great time. thank you so much for requesting !! cw: alcohol.

—clearing out the askbox—

When Peter had come over to your dorm carrying a bottle of Asgardian liquor, you’d been sceptical. Your boyfriend’s special enhancements have meant he’s struggled with college, his metabolism burning through alcohol before it even touches him. The nights you’ve spent together out with your friends at clubs or bars have always been a little lacklustre for him, as, try he might, Peter Parker can’t get drunk.

Or, rather, he couldn’t, until he’d popped the cap of Thor’s special thousand-year-old brew and started taking shots. Now it’s a little after midnight and you’re both completely wasted, sitting on the floor of your dorm room, your backs against the foot of your bed. You’re glad your roommate is staying the night at her girlfriend’s, because you and Peter are being loud.

“You’re so handsome,” you say, pouting softly as you look at him. With the hand not currently clutching Peter’s, you reach up and drag a few warm fingers through his curls, messing them up and cooing. “Prettiest boy in the world.”

Peter giggles, his face already pink but darkening to a deep rose as he smiles bashfully at you. “Stop it,” he replies, nuzzling his face into your hand when you shift it to his cheek. “You’re the prettiest person ever.”

“Not possible.”

Suddenly, you decide you want to be closer to him, your heart aching for more. With your head spinning, you sit up straighter, feeling a little dizzy despite being sat on the floor, and you tighten the grip you have on his hand.

“What’re you doin’, baby?” Peter’s accent comes out thicker, slurring, full of amused concern as he watches you shuffle forward.

“Wanna be closer to you,” you say. Reluctantly you let go of his warm hand as you shuffle closer again, clumsily lifting a leg over Peter’s thighs so you can settle in his lap comfortably. When he realises what you’re trying to do, your boyfriend helps you out, both of his hands going to your waist and helping you up, pulling you into his lap. “There,” you announce.

Peter pushes his forehead against yours, giggling when your noses touch.

“You’re even prettier up close,” he tells you, whispering it like it’s a secret. “HD, baby.”

You rest your palms on his shoulders, fingers taking in the soft lines of his striped orange and green top. When your eyes drop closed, you take a moment to focus on him: his light cologne, drifting through the air, the presence of his skin, pushing against your forehead, his hands, firm and grounding, on your waist.

“I love you so much,” you whimper, feeling your eyes tear up. “So much, Pete. I might cry.”

Peter pulls away and you whine, lazily opening your eyes to look at him. He swims in your unshed tears, looking at you with a soft pout on his face.

“Don’t cry,” he says, voice wavering. “I love you too. Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you so much, and you’re too cute.” You fist at his shirt, your heart clenching in your chest. You’re so drunk that everything feels amplified, and in the moment, you can’t quite comprehend just how much adoration you feel towards the boy underneath you.

“You’re cute.” Peter leans in, dusting your face with kisses. When two stray tears drip down your cheeks, he catches them with his lips, causing you to giggle. As your mood lightens, you move your hands up into his hair, holding on as you start to laugh harder, enjoying the funny fluttering sensation of his mouth kissing you, over and over, going from your cheeks to your forehead to your nose. When he eventually circles back to your mouth, you kiss him back, eagerly.

It’s a very messy kiss, full of bright smiles and tasting of alcohol. Your teeth bang a few times, and your nose keeps getting in the way, but it’s perfect because it’s Peter, and as you both giggle and continue to steal quick, imperfect kisses from the other, you just curl closer to him. His tongue slips into your mouth and you whimper, enjoying every second that you spend wrapped up in his arms.

“I love you,” Peter tells you, voice clear and firm. His hands are back on your face, and he pulls you back so he’s able to stare into your eyes properly. His beautiful brown eyes are slightly bloodshot, but you know he’s speaking earnestly. “Love you more than anyone else on this planet.”

You smile, nodding your head, feeling your heart thumping in your chest.

“Love you too, Pete.” There’s a brief pause, and it’s so funny that you both end up giggling again. “We’re going to be so hungover tomorrow.”

[fawad-khan]

this is so cute hbcgvgcvgvcgv🥺

soft!mob!tom finding out the reader is pregnant and crying while kissing the belly?

I’m so soft for this :’))) cw: v brief mentions of morning sickness.

– it’s mob monday !! –

Tom’s been away for a week, up north dealing with some supply issues in Manchester. He’d left you back at the mansion, as you’d been feeling a little unwell and didn’t fancy the idea of travelling so far and being in an unfamiliar environment whilst you felt so rough. 

After five days of waking up at the crack of dawn and your body forcing you to the bathroom to throw up the contents of your stomach, you start to wonder if it’s possible that you might be pregnant. A quick consultation of your phone’s calendar confirms that your period is a few weeks late. You and Tom have spent several months trying to get knocked up, but after a while of breaking your hearts over negative tests, you’d both decided to stop putting so much pressure on it. But now… Now, you might actually be pregnant.

Part of you considers waiting for Tom to get home, but another more cynical part knows that this could just be another hoax. You’d hate to get him excited only to pull the rug from beneath his feet again, so you decide to do it alone. After grabbing one of the tests stacked up beneath the bathroom sink, you use it, then spend the nail-biting few minutes alone, pacing in the bedroom. The timer on your phone goes off, and you have to take a further five minutes to talk yourself into checking it, knowing what you could find might change your life.

Two lines. Positive.

You gasp as you hold the positive test in your hands, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Immediately you regret not waiting for Tom, but that’s swept away as you realise you now get to be the one to break the big news to him. As one of your hands drifts down to your stomach, your other wrangles your phone.

You: when are you coming back home? Tom: tomorrow. is everything okay? You: yes :)

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“Love? I’m home!”

Tom’s loud voice drifts up to the bedroom as he hollers through the house, causing you to jump up from surprise. After quickly fixing your hair and trying to look less like you’d just been snuggled up in bed taking a nap, you walk out of the bedroom. Tom’s trudging up the stairs, and as he sees you walk onto the landing, his tired eyes light up.

“Tom,” you greet, smiling. He jumps up the final few steps before sweeping you into a tight hug, groaning softly.

“I missed you,” he says, his lips tickling your neck in kisses.

You sigh contentedly as you inhale his familiar cologne, your stomach churning with butterflies.

“Missed you too,” you tell him, clutching at his back. “I have something for you.”

Tom pulls back, his hands going to settle on your waist. “A present?” He asks, eyes lighting up with glee.

You chuckle as you nod. You reach out for his hand and gently tug him into your bedroom. “Yeah, a present. Sit there.” You push him onto the end of the bed, and Tom wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“A present… Because you missed me?” He asks, smirking already.

You roll your eyes. “Not that kind of present,” you tease. “Get your head out of the gutter.”

Tom gasps in mock outrage, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Alright, alright.” He crosses his arms. “What is it?”

“Patience. Close your eyes.” You watch as Tom follows instruction, and peer closer at him. “Keep them closed. Don’t make me blindfold you,” you threaten.

“What if I want you to blindfold me?”

You snort as you walk across the room, opening a drawer and picking up the positive test. After going back to stand in front of him, you suddenly feel a little nervous. You take a moment to look at Tom, admiring his luscious brown curls, and the sculpted lines of his handsome face. Your doubts and your fears soften the longer that you look at the man you love so much, and you know that you can do this, as long as it’s with him.

“Okay, so… I’m sort of nervous to give you this,” you say, rambling a little. “It’s something that you’ve wanted for a long time. That- that we’ve wanted for a long time. And, uh, well… Here you go.”

Without further ado, you give Tom the test. It sits in his hands.

“Can I look now?”

“Yeah.”

You watch as Tom hesitantly opens his eyes, his gaze flickering first to you, then to the test in his hands. He’s seen enough of them to recognise what it is, and you laugh nervously as his eyes bulge. Immediately, he brings it closer, eyes glinting as he reads the test, his jaw falling slack.

“Are you- is this real?” He asks. You nod your head, biting back a smile as you watch him process the news. “You’re...pregnant?”

“Yeah. We’re going to be parents, Tom.”

He releases a noise somewhere between a joyful groan and an exclamation, then shoots up from the bed. He hugs you tightly, lips peppering your cheeks in kisses as both of you laugh. His hands smooth over your face as he holds you tightly, his brown eyes wide with emotion as he whispers, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Love you too,” you say, feeling overwhelmed.

Tom’s hands shift down, going to rest on your belly.

“I can’t believe it,” he announces. You hear him swallow, and look at his face, noticing the presence of the tears that sparkle in them. “Can I…?”

“Go ahead.”

Tom drops to his knees in front of you, and he helps you roll up the front of your shirt. You let your hands rest in his hair as he kisses across the front of your stomach, his lips so soft and gentle. A few tears slip from his eyes as he sniffles, causing you to pout at the sight.

“Hello, little one,” he murmurs, speaking to your belly. There’s barely a bump there, but that doesn’t stop him. “It’s your dad.” His voice hitches, and you card your fingers through his hair. “Gonna love you so much, baby. So much.” Tom reaches back to grab one of your hands, squeezing your fingers tightly. “We both will.”

You feel yourself well up too, the sight of Tom with so much love for your unborn child warming your heart. He scatters a few more kisses to your belly before finally standing up again, one of his hands staying on your skin as he kisses your lips.

“Thank you,” he says, voice thick. His eyes are red and watery, and you cup his cheek soothingly.

“Thank you,” you reply. “It takes two.”

Tom hugs you again, his face going to rest in the crook of your neck. He runs his hand over your stomach, and you sigh into him.

“Love you,” he murmurs. “Love you so much... Love you both so much.”

You hold him closer.

“Love you too,” you whisper, “and I can’t wait to do this with you.”

[fawad-khan]

jbfiwheifv so adorable!!!!

Where your Harrison’s best (female) friend and you and Harry are dating but don’t tell Harrison because both of them don’t know how he’d react as he’s a protective best friend but he walks in on them kissing or something idk fluffy?

im back on my harry kick...this was so cute.... :’))

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You’re curled up on the couch with Harry, resting on top of him as your mouths meet together, over and over again, exchanging lazy kisses as you revel in the bliss together. His hands are on your hips, and yours are buried in his curls, finding home in his thick strands as you smile against his lips.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, breaking the kiss to sigh dramatically. “I can’t believe it.”

A furrow builds between your brows, and you shift your hands to cup his cheeks. “What is it?”

“I’ve only gone and got myself the most banging girl in England.” When you dissolve into laughter, he squeezes your waist. “Or maybe even the world.”

“Whipped,” you mutter, grinning anyway.

“Shut it.”

You wiggle your brows. “Make me.”

You fall back into kissing him, enjoying the way your boyfriend’s hands roll all over you, clinging to your skin, your back, your waist. Harry’s an attentive lover, and in the short few months you’ve been dating, you’ve come to love almost everything about him. Your temperaments are incredibly similar, and he’s surprisingly doting for someone who regards himself as moody. You know that your heart is safe in his hands, and there’s a sense of bliss that comes with that, so rare and special that you’d hate to let it slip away.

You’re both so distracted by your gentle kisses that you fail to hear the front door to the house open. Your loud giggle as Harry reaches up to kiss your nose drowns out the sound of Harrison’s holler of greeting, and you’re back to snogging him when the older man strolls into the living room and lets out an astonished yell.

“What the fuck.”

Immediately you jump, sitting up and scrambling away from Harry as your eyes land on Harrison, standing in the doorway, hands on his hips. His icy blue eyes shift between you both, and you exchange an expression of horror with Harry.

“Explain.”

Harrison is looking at you, his gaze firm, and you know exactly why. You are his best friend—his closest confidant since primary school, and now his partner in crime. Betrayal shines in his eyes as he glances between you and Harry, his gaze glassed with sadness and something less discernible.

“Um…. Well... Harry and I….” You stumble, voice weak until Harry grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. “Well, we started dating. And… Now we’re really happy together. And we didn’t tell you because…”

“—We didn’t know how you’d react,” Harry finishes, saving you. You flash him a shy smile.

Harrison crosses his arms over his chest. “How long has this been going on for?”

You swallow. “Four months.”

His eyes bulge. “Four months?!” He echoes. When you nod, Harrison slumps against the doorway. He closes his eyes, fingers shifting up to dig into his temples as he hums to himself. He seems to contemplate it, and you’re glad for Harry’s thumb brushing over the back of your hand, bringing you back to earth. “Y/N,” he finally says, “You know, when I introduced you to Harry and the rest of them and told you to play nice, I didn’t mean this.”

But Harrison is smiling, and his eyes are softer. Approval replaces it all, and you see Harry release a deep breath beside you.

“Thanks, mate,” he says, eyeing Harrison with relief.

“Don’t know why you’re thanking me,” he mutters, jest in his voice, “Y/N’s a nightmare.”

You gasp, scowling as you grab the nearest throw pillow and chuck it at him. Harrison infuriatingly catches it, smirking back at you.

“Dick,” you mutter. You lean back into Harry, resting arm to arm.

Harrison shrugs. “I don’t know why I never saw it,” he mutters. “You’re a good match.” His eyes trail between you and Harry before lingering on your boyfriend. “Harry, you might be my friend, but if you ever even think about hurting Y/N…”

“I would never.” Harry glances at you, brown eyes wide. “Y/N means the world to me.”

Your lower lip folds into a pout. “Awww.”

Momentarily, you forget all about Harrison, and lean closer so you’re able to kiss Harry, your touch light. You feel him smile against your lips, and it’s all blissful and warming until you get the pillow thrown back in your face.

“None of that, though,” Harrison mutters, eyes dancing darkly. “No PDA.”

You smirk, and wrap an arm around Harry as you rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“Feel free to leave the room if it upsets, Harrison,” you tease.

“This is my house!”

[fawad-khan]

i want a boyfriend who is tom holland ಥ_ಥ

imagine waking up to tom while you’re staying at his parents’ house. you can’t do anything because of where you are…so he’s just clingy and cuddly and gushy and lowkey annoying but you love it :))

my tom yearning levels have been through the roof for the last few days and i think writing this finished me off... thank you. cw: very slightly suggestive.

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Tom is pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, lips tender as they run over your skin from your arm to your neck. His kisses are feathery light, and so, so gentle, and you can’t even be too mad at the fact you’re being woken up because he’s doing it so softly and with so much consideration that you feel your lips twitching into a smile.

“G’morning, darling,” he rasps, voice light and quiet. “Sleep well?”

You hum, then blearily open an eye to look at him. Tom is cuddled into your chest, resting on his side with one of his legs thrown over yours and his hand splayed out across your chest. He’s shirtless and warm, his brown curls arranged messily over his head and glinting almost gold beneath the beams of morning light, streaming in through the gaps in the slats of his bedroom blinds. His thin pink lips twitch into a gentle smile as he meets your eyes.

“Yeah,” you whisper, too tired to speak properly. You stifle a yawn and reach up until you’re able to rest a hand on his side. “You?”

Tom nods. “Had a dream about you,” he admits. Before elaborating, he curls even closer to you, clinging to you like a koala as he buries his face back into your neck. You giggle lightly as he tickles your skin with his kisses, his other hand reaching up to blindly pet your face, fingers gently rolling over your cheek. “You were so lovely in it—bloody adorable—then I woke up, and you were still here. Thought to myself, how lucky am I to get to wake up beside this every morning, eh?”

You chuckle, biting your lip as Tom sits up onto his side. He rests with his elbow digging into the mattress by the pillow and anchors his head up with his hand, his loving gaze trailing all over you as you smile.

“You’ve already got me in your bed, you can turn off the charm,” you reply, voice tired but affectionate.

“Never, darling.” Tom leans down and kisses you, his fingers slotting along the line of your jaw as he holds you to him. After a few moments of lazy, close-mouthed pecks, he pulls back to press his forehead to yours. “I’m not being a good boyfriend if I’m not constantly telling you how spectacular you are.”

“Psh.” You try to brush it off with an eye roll, but you reach up and weave your fingers into his curly hair, humming as your noses brush. Tom’s warm breath fans out over your face, and you sigh. “You’re too nice to me.”

He gasps as if you’ve said something to personally offend him, then collapses down onto the mattress beside you. He’s still on his side, but he gathers you up in his arms and pulls you into his chest, not stopping until your forehead lies against his chest and you’re being held so tightly it’s almost an obstacle to your breathing.

“No such thing,” Tom states. “Let me adore you, love,” he pauses, tone dipping, “before we have to go out there and deal with all of them.”

You snort, eyes shut as you enjoy the feeling of his hands palming over your back.

“You make it sound like spending time with your family is the worst thing in the world,” you tease. “You love being here with them. Stop being so dramatic.”

Tom groans. His hands roll down your spine, briefly skimming over the curve of your ass before dipping back up.

“I love them, yeah. But I love you, and I love being with you.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “But… seeing as I’m on a sex ban, I’m trying to enjoy every second I have alone with you.”

You chuckle. “You’re not on a sex ban,” you chastise.

“Yeah, yeah.” He cups your cheek and gently coaxes your from his chest, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Whatever.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you giggle. “I’m just saying, they don’t need to know. We could be really, really quiet.”

You shake your head. “No way,” you say. “Are you forgetting what happened last time?”

Tom briefly scowls, but it’s quick to fade when you raise an eyebrow. “Fine,” he grumbles. “But that was Haz, not any of them, so—“ he breaks off as you firm your stare, and he decides to just kiss you instead. “Anyway,” he mumbles. “I’m just appreciating my stunning, incredible, lovely girlfriend before we spend the day with my family. Is that allowed?”

“I suppose.”

His lips are warm and soft, and you get lost in them for a while as you drift between bliss and daylight. His fingers rub warm circles to your waist, his legs tangled up in yours, and you realise, as he twists himself even further into your arms, that you’ve never felt more content in your life.

“I love you,” he whispers. You separate, both of you sharing one of his pillows, and you’re so close together that his features blur. You can still make out his eyes though, honeyed and brown, flooded with warmth. “You are...the love of my life.” Tom drops a few more lazy kisses to your lips. “I love you so much.”

You hum. Words couldn’t possibly capture how much you adore him, so you only hope he can tell how fondly you hold him in your heart as you snuggle closer and kiss him. His curls are soft against your fingers, as is the rhythm of your hearts, beating together in sync.

“Love you too, handsome,” you murmur. “Big softie.”

Tom sighs, but he doesn’t dispute it. Instead, he just kisses the tip of your nose.

“Only for you,” he grumbles. His frown melts into a lazy smile as he meets your eyes. “Only for you…”